Flash's hooves dug eagerly into the earth, cracking it open all around him and engulfing him in white light. Choosing the zebstrika had initially seemed like a risky undertaking, but Lark knew what he was doing. Before he could even finish his commands he tore through the battlefield, engulfing himself in fire. Milo's pokemon had managed to avoid getting seared the first few charges, but turn after turn the flames grew closer to their target. After having stricken the gossifleur with a lucky hit only his eldegloss was left. 

"His speed's getting better. Another pass or two'll do it." Lark muttered to himself, adjusting his camera. It was impossible to reign in Flash in the heat of battle, outside of basic commands. 

His eyes fixated on the dynamaxed Eldegloss. "Through the side and jump!" Dodging a flame charge was easy when you were a nimble and small. Who said dynamaxing was only ever a good thing?

"Now!"

Flash tore through the field in an arc, a hot blur of orange and white. When he at last leapt towards his foe, it looked as if a kaiju was getting torn to pieces my a tank missile, sending hot smoke and fire scattering to the sky and ground. There was no way the ensuing explosion hadn't left Flash without a scratch. Sure enough, amidst the chaos a black and white lump took shape, struggling to stand properly. Flash shook himself off and let out an angry neigh. He had survived.

Lark sighed. "Geez, talk about overkill. I guess that's one way to get likes."